Gemotions

The rain seemed to have stopped. Michael saw it, a gleaming, expensive wallet, lying near the curb. Inside, a staggering amount of money. He laughed aloud, a loud, untamed sound that echoed off the damp buildings. He felt buoyant, like a balloon straining against its string. He had to clench his jaw to stop himself from shouting, from spinning in circles on the sidewalk. This was a dream. This was… everything he needed. He started to walk quickly, his pace picking up. His legs felt like springs. The world was suddenly a playground, and he was ready to play.